Friday, July 8, 2016

Clean


"Clean... The cleanest I've been" - Depeche Mode

There's nothing wrong with a little dirty if you get clean afterwards. Clean slates are good things to begin with... But you can always wash it clean.  

Here's something new... From the Hair series. 

Enjoy! 
Kisses, m.

Clean

I'm wounded. 
Body exhausted.
Tired.
Achy. 
Dirty.
The day nearly stole my soul
And he demands attention. 

Eagerly waiting for me
He holds his gaze.
Too weak to refuse him
I submit.
Gently he disrobes me 
And with a nod I'm his.
Bare to his eyes. 
Open to his touch. 
Softly he massages my neck & back.
He insists upon my fulfillment. 

My body is tight.
Emotions closed off.
I'm needing release.
And he knows this. 
Tired of my excuses 
He persists.
Taking control.
The way he knows I like.
Moments of his hands press my body forward until I open up to him.

My sun kissed brown hair falls when he unravels it. 
Although unhappy with the abrupt change of color he says nothing while continuing to assert his will.
My hair falls and catches the air currents from the fan and begins bouncing like the wind has a hold.  
Gently he caresses my neck, my arms & breasts before kissing the top of my forehead. 
With a slight indication he lifts and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me down he motions to the bath. 

Quietly I draw the bathwater and wait. 
There's only still between us.
Silently he removes his clothing and reveals himself. 
His eyes look me up and down. 
Lips open with a smirk. 
Letting his fingers run across my skin he teases. 
With a quick gentleness he runs his hands up my spine, through my hair & moves my head to meet his. 
His breathing is calm and deep as he leans closer with his mouth.
With a gentle kiss, he encourages me to move toward the warm water with him.

Completely lost to my own will I hesitate.
His strong slender frame moves without mine.
In an instant he's at rest in the tub.
The gentleness of his arms insist me to join him while his eyes never break their stare.
As I follow his lead I'm lost in thoughts of the day trying to break my mind free.
Moving by his volition I untie myself from the memories that haunt.
It's only when he pulls me down to him and holds me in his arms that the day falls away. 
These feelings have never subsided.
I'm reminded how lost I am when I'm away from his arms. 
Dirty and consumed by the madness of the world. 
Found by his touch...

I'm clean.



Photo Credit: Tyler Shields

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